When I’m on a vacation, be it a month-long backpacking trip or weekend jaunt, each day I plan to leave a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road. I might leave it in a B&B guestbook, tuck a note behind a hotel painting or write it on a dollar bill I spend at a hot dog stand. In any case, I’ll be tracking where I leave the poem here. I call it The Open Road Project. Click on the stanzas below to find out where they’ve been left and track the poem’s progress here.
The sweetheart and I spent last weekend in Charlotte, North Carolina to visit our friends Mo and Sam and their lovely six-month-old Dominic. It was great to catch up, eat delicious food and explore a city to which I’d never been before. Saturday morning we woke up, had a great brunch and then went to a nearby farmer’s market, where I happened upon a pickle stand called Pickleville. Now, I LOVE pickles. I eat pickles all the time. I am somewhat of a pickle connoisseur and have to say that the dill I had from Pickleville was the best I’ve ever had. In honor of this, I left the 51st section of the poem in Pickleville!
(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes, we convince by our presence)